Seriously, what was he thinking?
I was steaming mad the whole ride home.
At dinner, Jack tried to perk me up with my favorite—braised pork—but I just couldn't stomach it.
"Babe, the lady's almost here. You gotta eat up if you wanna keep up with her," Jack said, furrowing his brow.
At that moment, I seriously considered just dropping dead. Who's got the appetite?
Oh, Sophie, you were dazzled by dollar signs, now you're in too deep!
As Jack wolfed down his meal, I got this twisted idea.
Want both the real lady and the stand-in? When she shows up, I'm blowing the lid off everything and taking her with me!
By 7 PM, a cat's meow announced the door opening.
I stretched my neck but after the secretary cleared out, it was just the cat—no sign of Jack's ex.
"Where's your lady?" I asked.
Stroking the cat, Jack looked up, "She's right here in my arms."
I was rendered speechless.
"This is Lady, she's three and a half," Jack added.
I smirked, biting back a curse.
Lady, the little white cat in Jack's lap, elegantly flicked her tail.
Jack caught my eye with a smug glint as he petted her.
He'd known I'd misunderstood all along and was getting a kick out of it.